foxglove wrote:I'm going to seriously hope it's part of an almighty hot role play and that he's gonna ask me if I've gained, and tell me he's only asking because my belly is really embarrassingly huge these days, make me stand on the scales, pinch and prod my tummy and tell me I've got waaaaay too fat, measure me and write up my stats on a wall chart illustrating how far I am away from any kind of acceptable shape, make me do sit ups and laugh when I can't do more than a few, force me to jog on the (handily sited) treadmill while I huff and puff and get humiliated by how much I wobble [etc, etc]

I like that, very hot. Either me being told, or me doing the telling, either is fine, although my preference would be me doing the telling.

Outside of that scenario, it would go in one ear and straight out the other. I wouldn't consider ending a relationship unless they made too much of a meal out of it.